My mom sent me a box of baklava for my birthday, and it arrived yesterday. Thankfully, an old lady on the first floor of my building signed for it and left me a note in my mailbox, so I stopped by and picked it up from her today. I carried it all the way to work and then opened it up and ate one delicious piece. Baklava is truly the food of the gods. With the baklava, mom enclosed a note in which she said, "Stay safe. Beware of foreign men. I'm proud of you for being so empowered!" She's the greatest, and I'm glad I can make her proud.